August 2009
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Swoosh
Sophie had an exciting weekend — she has signed an exclusive contract with Nike.
To The Max
This picture was taken exactly one year ago today, on my 44th birthday, at the Pro Beach Volleyball championship at Kings Island.
OK Everybody, Hands Inside the Car
Screeching continues. Volume increases. Hand swells. Waling ensues
Just Hanging Out
Does is get any better than this for a dog?
Tourette’s of the Butt
The scene: Lisa, Old School, me and a group of friends at the Cincinnati Western & Southern Financial Group Masters 2009 enjoying watching world-class tennis on a splendid August evening.
Don’t You Love Weddings?
And that’s why this reception was the MOST FUN I HAD EVER HAD at a wedding. I’m not kidding. We danced until my feet were killing me.
No Chips for You
One must ask oneself, ‘Who makes these decisions?’ Because I was certainly not consulted. Someone, I suspect a tall man wearing a white shirt and a dark tie sitting behind a large desk looking out of his corner office window, did not ask for my permission to demolish my Kroger.
Tennis, Nick Lachey and Kate Gosselin
Two things to note here — Nick looked great, even from a distance. More importantly, he sang beautifully. Any singer will tell you that our national anthem is the most difficult song to sing anytime, anywhere. And to do it acapella is a challenge to say the least. Nick rocked it. I have a new found respect for him.
You Dirty Dog
After three days of hard rain, it finally cleared up here in the midwest and I had the brilliant idea to take the two big dogs to the dog park since they hve been cooped up for a few days. Let’s go run!
Baby Shower Indignation
Can you hear them backing up? What you ask? It’s the fleet of buses being thrown into reverse to mow me over.